Ouroboros - acrylic, plywood, nails, bottlecaps
Here a strata of forgotten artefacts is spliced into a device that weaves our conscious thought through unconsciousness and back.
Discarded and flattened bottle tops are like tumbled rocks. Worn down over time to become tactile and smooth-edged, these pre-flattened tops can be found anywhere from Wellington to Potosi, Arrowtown to Florianopolis. An apparatus of convenience conveniently cast aside.
Whether by wheels or feet this small once useful object is anonymously crushed, forgotten, metamorphosed, rendered useless then, found.
Ouroboros' substrate replete with paint spots corresponds with our conscious mind. This foundation deliberate and aware is then eclipsed by neglected yet ubiquitous pseudo-circles. These lost caps collectively represent unconscious processes.
Unintentional commodities sandwiched between veneers of intention. From the front of the work nails determinedly pierce the oblivion,
reconnecting sentient principles of the interior with the exterior.
An intermediate reality of ‘unknowing’ coupled with the 'knowable' or 'known'.
The first stage of communication is misunderstanding.
Here Ouroboros is the infinite overlapping itself, a continuum of lost and found.